Current mood:	calm
Current music:	the libertines // i get along.

quest thread: part I
Perhaps the time is nigh.

The twisting bark, the infiltrating shade is familiar -- comforting, disarming -- and she must cup her hand to shield her gaze from Arien's brightening rays. She walks past Lalwen with a smile, a nod for Celeborn, winking at Nienor as her fingers find the edges of Ulmo's parchment and tracing the faint lines, she rips it down and rolls the paper in her hands.

Reality, once so stark and unforgiving, unfurls like a wave that breaks over them in silent sucession. Dry blades of grass dissolve into dunes, trees begin to shrink -- suddenly the leaves lengthen and undulate, seagrasses tickling the sky, the hushing sound of the sea; sparkling water manifests itself in her vision.

Profundity reigns in feet that want to explore the shore line, a desire to experience all as she catches her first glimpse of their ship (blue sails sway cool lovers in the breeze). She turns, looking for those around her.

"So. Here we are."